Ashoka - A legend

Young, handsome and valiant

He was never lenient.

He had a proud chest

He thought he was the best.

The emperor of a great 

Stretch of land,

Like his father,

Enemies he could never stand.

There remained only 

One territory,

That would bring him,

Victory and glory.

Thus occurred a great battle

In India's history,

Where a merciless Ashoka,

Slaughtered his way to victory.

But after the war,

His mouth was ajar,

For he could see only blood,

Near and far.

Upon returning to his palace,

He only thought of his malice.

How many women he had widowed,

How many mothers, because of him, bellowed.

He realised in his sleep,

That the Kalinga War, he had actually lost,

With death and destruction

being the only cost.

From then, he never thought of

Victory for his empire,

From then, he sacrificed 

All his desires.

From that day,

He had resorted to Ahimsa,

This was the story of

The Great Ashoka.